[Hook] She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods Always rolling up that good [Verse] I roll thru with the pack, loud in the gla** jar Ting on my side, never gotta drive far And when I be whippin' My hand on her thighs Be bumpin the tunes, she feelin the vibes I just gut the f**in' wood and then we smoke it Me both smokin' on that motherf**in' potent Yeah you know it be that f**in StimKo sh** Come and catch em at a mothaf**in' show b**h Yeah, you know the red couch We be doing our thing And we all got addictions And I just want the ring Got no ring for these b**hes Cause they just want the bling Trick, you lookin for bling? Well lemme give a ring To my main dude woppin Y'all know he keep it movin And if he get locked by the 12 It's free censored I ain't ever touch no blow, and I'll never have to do it Cause I got some f**in woods, and girlie roll em up so perfect [Hook] She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods Always rolling up that good She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods She tryna get lit off backwoods Always rolling up that good